Chapter 492 Need to Get Ready
Sienna beamed when she heard that and smiled in relief. “Then it’s settled. I’ll give you <b>a </b><b>heads</b><b>–</b><b>up </b><b>in </b><b>advance</b><b>. </b>
Jean curled her lips into a faint smile but didn’t say much else.
She headed back to her room.
Her phone chimed with a new notification.
She pulled it out and lit up the screen-
It was a message from Hector.
Jean tapped the image to view it more clearly-
It was a scenic photo of the blue sky and white clouds, taken from the perspective of Sky Library.
He must’ve taken it while sitting by the window reading.
And honestly, it was beautifullyposed.
Golden sunlight brushed the cloud edges with azy glow. The wide, serene blue stretched far into the horizon, and a few birds pped their wings across the sky, leaving elegant strokes in their wake<b>… </b>
It was a soothing, picturesque scene.
Jean smiled and sent back a quick message-
Jean: “Nice shot.”
About thirty secondster, Hector replied-
Hector: “Thanks again for today.”
<i>Thanks</i>…
Jean paused, her gaze lingering on the screen.
Hector had never acted high and mighty around her.
Though he wasn’t great with words, every time she went out with him as his panion,” he always made a point to thank her politely afterward.
If he hadn’t developed psychological issues, he probably would’ve been a very gentlemanly guy.
It’s <i>exactly </i><i>these </i><i>little </i><i>details </i><i>that </i><i>keep </i><i>me </i><i>from </i><i>ever </i><i>really </i><i>disliking </i><i>him</i><i>, </i><i>even </i><i>if </i>I’m not <i>all </i><i>that </i><i>thrilled </i><b><i>about </i></b><i>tagging </i><i>along</i>…
She didn’t reply again and set her phone aside.
Outside, the sunlight was zing.
The SAT was over, and a long summer break had just begun.
<b>09:10 </b><b>Tue </b>17 <b>Jun </b>
Chapter 492 Need to Get Ready
<b>Jean </b><b>spent </b>the following week in a rxed haze. Then on Friday, <b>Sienna </b>carne <b>into </b><b>her </b>room
“Tomorrow’s the weekend,” Sienna said, her eyes twinkling as she smiled.
Jean immediately guessed what she was getting at. “It’s about that party, isn’t it?”
Sienna nodded with a smile. “Mm–hmm. It’s set for tomorrow.”
Jean’s expression remained calm, clearly not all that interested. She responded evenly, “Oh<b>, </b><b>got </b><b>it-</b>”
Then she gave Sienna a yful wink. “I’ll get up early tomorrow.”
“Just waking up early isn’t enough…” Sienna pouted and spoke in a teasing, affectionate tone. “<b>Jean</b><b>, </b><b>you </b>need to do a little prep too.”
Jean frowned. “Prep for what?”
Sienna smiled and picked up a strand of Jean’s hair. “It’s a fairly formal setting tomorrow… Even though you’re already beautiful, you’ll still need a professional stylist to help you with your look…”
Jean’s eyes widened slightly. “This formal?”
Sienna shook her head, trying to reassure her. “It’s not anything super serious. You don’t need to <b>stress</b>. Having a stylist is all the rage now, you know–who doesn’t want to look their best?”
Jean let out a dryugh. “I mean, true, I guess<b>!</b>”
Sienna gently patted her shoulder. “Don’t overthink it. Just wait for the stylist tomorrow.”
Jean wasn’t overthinking it.
That night, she went to bed early.
All to get up on time the next morning!
Still, something about Sienna’s behavior made her suspicious-
<i>Is </i><i>she </i>hiding <i>something </i><i>from </i><i>me</i><i>…</i>?
<i>Something </i><i>feels </i><i>off</i><i>. </i>
But even so, she knew one thing for “e
<i>No </i><i>matter </i>what it is<i>, </i><i>Sienna </i><i>would </i><i>never </i>throw <i>me </i><i>under </i><i>the </i><i>bus</i><i>. </i>
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